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Show 'OOOOOCX300COCXXX100000COOOOQ 4-1 1 1 1 n i 1 1 i i 1 1 i i 1 1 i 1 1 1 - MY FAVORITE STORIES By IKVIN S. COBB i..i,,T ; j i i I I : ! ! ! : M ! ! ! 1 : : 1 ! !! OOOOCOCOOOOCXDOOOOOOOOOOOOO (Copyrleht.) The Pick of the Crowd A planter living a few miles from a small city in one of the lower cotton states called up the police judge on the long-distance telephone. "Say, judge," he said, "I just got word that my house boy. Jim, went to town last night and got In a row and hit another darkey with a brick, and was locked up. I need that boy. and I wish as a favor to me you'd let him go when he comes up today before you. If you think he ought to pay a fine let me know what it is tonight "t lodge meeting and I'll hand the amount to you." "All right," answered the judge. "I'm willing to do anything in reason, but you'll have to come in here and pick out your own nigger." "Lord, man." remonstrated the planter, "I can't take the time off to go Into the police station today! I'm as busy as a bird dog right this minute." min-ute." "Can't help It." answered his honor. "I can't afford to take any more chances. Here, just the other day, Colonel Talbert, down at Palmetto, called me up the same as you've done today and asked me to turn loose ono of his hands that was in the calaboose for shooting craps. 1 agreed to do It, but I plumb forgot the nigger's name, and to make sure of getting the right one and not disappointing Talbert I had to turn loose every nigger on the docket. "There were fourteen of 'em in all and one of 'em was charged with murder, too. It made a lot of talk, and the chief of police kicked about It. If you want your nigger you come get him 1" |